Mother Of Exiles © Surazeus 2024 07 04 Though my feelings explode in the dark sky to scatter seeds of memories on the world, I sit on front porch and eat apple pie while evening news about the cosmic herald distorts spinning mirror of time and space when fireworks glitter on my upturned face. My memories blossom out of singing skulls from writhing bones of crippled dinosaurs along desert roads in telephone poles that dollop souls of demons into cars which soar above the clouds on rocket wings up to the glass moon where Rapunzel sings. Disheveled in long tattered robe of fame, Rapunzel at our sunset gates still stands with broken torch that no longer bears flame of freedom snuffed out in too many lands by tyrants who fear Mother of Exiles when she welcomes war refugees with smiles. Ten thousand children of Quetzalcoatl journey golden path through the Darien Gap to steal the lost scrolls of Aristotle, protected in dark cave by clever trap, so they can find work in the Promised Land ruled by Jupiter with his red right hand. Across the Chihuahuan Desert I walk among yucca, creosote, and mesquite in tune with hurricane of the mind clock that programs truth above the Mercy Seat where Jupiter paints mountains by the lake while Rapunzel chats with the apple snake. Escaping grim angel with flaming sword, I steal helicopter from office roof till Rapunzel gives me the secret chord that David designed to be weatherproof, then land in Garden of Eden with roar to lift my lamp beside the golden door. Arriving in Gotham City at dawn, with nothing but book of old photographs, I tell everyone I am not their pawn in political game we play for laughs, yet Rapunzel still wears our wedding ring though I was never crowned the fairy king. My sorrows explode in the freedom sky with beautiful flashes of ancient truth, so I will stop asking the serpent why she wants me to play the messiah sleuth, if I accept change in the world I fear, and wait for hidden dragon to appear.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus films documentary about the Mother of Exiles who guards sunset gates to the Promised Land.
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